ch my motions."

The officer who had charge of the vessel now came on deck, and looked
round him: he could speak English sufficient to carry on a conversation.
The weather was very thick, and the rain drove down with the wind: he
saw that it was impossible that the ship could be moved. He told us
that we should have a hundred guineas each and our liberty if we took
the ship safe either to Ostend or any French port. We replied that we
should be very glad to do so, as it would be ten times as much as we
should have received for piloting her up the Thames; and then we went
down below. In the meantime the men were sent for on deck, divided into
watches, and when the watch was set the others went down below again.
After taking a glass or two of wine, for the Frenchmen had soon rummaged
out what there was to be drunk in the cabin, Bramble and I returned on
deck. We found the Frenchmen in charge of the watch diligent: one was
looking out forward, another at the taffrail; the remaining three were
walking the deck. Bramble went to the gangway, and I followed him.

"Tom, I see the hatchway grating is on deck--I only wish we once had
them all beneath it."

"I only wish we had all but the watch--I'd have a try for it then,"
replied I.

"No, no, Tom, that wouldn't do; but we must trust to Providence and a
sharp look-out. See where you can put your hand upon a crow bar or
handspike, in case you want it; but don't touch it. Come, there's
nothing to be done in any way just now, so let's go down and take a
snooze for an hour or two; and, Tom, if they ask us to drink, drink with
them, and pretend to be half fuddled."

We went down again, and found the privateer's-men getting very jolly;
but they did not offer us anything to drink, so we laid on some spare
sails outside the cabin, and tried to go to sleep, but I could not, for
I was very unhappy. I could see no chance of our escape, as nothing but
a man-of-war would be likely to interfere and re-capture us. I thought
of Virginia and Lady O'Connor, and then I thought of poor Bessy, and
having left her in such an unfriendly way, perhaps to remain in a French
prison for years. Bramble and I were fully aware that the promises of
the prizemaster were only to cajole us, and that once in a French port,
had we claimed the fulfilment of them, a kick would have been all which
we should, in all probability, receive for our pains.

About one o'clock in the morning I rose and went on d